::... You, Optimus.:: Elita chuckled into the kiss, turning it into a hum that set thin, sensitive plating vibrating and played with the tickling static their tongues were calling up.

::I have, however, met your immediate predecessor before.:: Which was true, but merely a simple meeting, and not while masquerading as an Escort-caste, but rather in the position as one of the thirteen of the Paradronian Planetary Council, which was supposed to be the supplemental and local authority on Paradron along with the Prime.

Primes, and a Cybertron which had either ignored or used their colony planet.

::I have not been quite this close to a Prime before.:: Curling her arms about his neck and helm, she let a finger trail up one of his audials, but kept it light, to be as non-distracting as possible to allow Optimus to do as he wished.